The Hawk West Desk Window 9:50am
Yesterday I threw away
My Silver Voodoo Star Man
an Object I had told My Self
was My Most Precious Possession —
well — The Sea possesses
Him Now —
The Silver of Him
is consumed
by The Majesty
of The Glinting Ocean
behind
My
Eyes
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
Not even charging black dogs
could hold Me back
from The Offered Rose braced
against the sea shore stones
to let Me throw out
into the foaming tide
the detritus of My Mother’s Death
The Hawk Kitchen 11:15pm
I just saw that Buzzard Bird again
surveying My back yard
just as I was thinking I will never
go out to the island again
wondering why I have lost My appetite
sitting by the radio
in My grey bathrobe
I am indispensable
I need care
The Hawk Corner Room 3:53pm
I was That Pouty Child
stomping Her Left Foot
when She couldn’t see
G-O-D written in The Sky
–
Forty-five years later I am
looking at The Clouds
billowing behind streams of flurries
out over The Ocean
when the notion of God
is no longer literal
The Hawk Corner Room 2:38pm
I sit upstairs in The Corner Room
temporarily vacated by Eliza
I look out to the layers of grey
in My Winter Sky
I wear My Usual Black
& wonder why
I have an anonymous Gravatar
The Hawk Corner Room 12:15pm
I Stand At Attention
with The Ocean View before Me
with The Picture of My Mother’s Face
wearing only Her Orange Lipstick —
Her Heavy-lidded Eyes
Green and Happy —
I Am Here because of Her
and My Arrival has taken
Eons
Joanna Gilman Hyde 